Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nuttin' Personal

Kill kill

How many killas you got on mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and the Shocker
No (biatch)

Nigga nigga I'ma
with G's
And ship over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my
Snoop and
In da of the Lac
With AK
In da blue tint, a infer-red
Mother fucker gonna die
That's why I weed, get high tonight
'cause I'ma No Limit
TRU datted in blood
I to jail for years, for movin, burnin da drugs
Murda murda, kill
If you put me in
I aint noo
No limit no strangers
I'ma tank representer im history
Making hatas into a mother fucking memory
So up if you a soldier
And Snoop pass tha mother fucking dolja
I know you fucking feel me
C-murder aint gonna die, till a bitch nigga me

x2]


Ain't nut'in tru
See all about respect


Im never got
Keep my on the dash

Now, how many you know that can fuck around
And die and come
They get hooked up with the one rap label
And rap, like
Shit I can't be
But I'm playa hated
And I reinstated
And I thank god I finally made it
Fated niggas, just to get one back
Remember im that nigga
put gangsta rap on the map
Never craps, only duices
Mix moet, white star, with them orange juices
I out with real niggas
Like and C-Murder
TRU niggas, do
you niggas
Ghetto ass, class
Never hesitate to
And im so serious about my
Gots to my cash
Can you if I was broke
I wouldn't be bustin no raps
Id have my strap, running up in door
Takin all your and your gold and your cars
'cause big snoop Dogg, Aint no mother fucking rap
See ima gangsta(gangsta) and you a notch(you a notch)
And you a sucka(bitch ass nigga), and I
Im draped in my army
Blowing on trees
In the navigator, and keep the heat for them playa

x2]

[Silkk the
Now at murda, murda, murda
And this kill, kill,
shits real
Stay and capped, to get pealed
And always told me
If you aint down to ride god
Down to die god
You aint no mother fucking
No datted on my back and my stomach
'cause ima fucking fool
Uhhh, me love
'cause I make music with thugs, I make moves
im coming out hard
I was out large
this guy named van
I the pain
Look everybody coming out
See now me, C, and Snoop in da
In da thinking about loop
I niggas
Rap shit bad, I blast'em, So I ask'em, I shoot
Just a young nigga raising hell and makin mail
If you a
I told you I was making shit on bail (that's cool)
Back up nigga, cant flame that like drugs
And see ima nigga, im gonna like a nigga
Bang that like it was crips and bloods
Now weed nigga
Strapped up in my
Cant hold me
Don't even trip my Snoop
If you a now
Do what ya bitch
For this bitch
I quick and work
And I got No Limit on my fucking forehead
That's why I do so much